Monday, July 7, 2008

she's leaving home.

first she saw.
and then she heard.
the crash of the waves.
the calls of the birds.
first she saw.
and then she felt.
the heat of the sand.
the waves that melt.
first she saw.
and then she touched.
the waves that were cool.
the sand was too much.
first she saw.
and then she began.
to sink deeper and deeper.
into the sand.

1 comment:

Tiffani said...

this is beautiful.
i love your words!
they flow and i can picture where you are and how it is. i can feel it. you're amazing.